| Uh, yo, yo
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| Hey Yo it’s fucked up, in the right hand
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| Flash his badge with his left hand
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| On some Donnie Brascoe shit, forget about it
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| Made men, should hang with made men
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| Not the wife and children, that’s when rats come in
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| It be your girl in the palor, talking like shit rich
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| And next to her, gettin her nails done is your enemy’s bitch
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| Now you stuck, cuz she in there, leeking, speaking
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| Not knowing, she being, followed, on the decan
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| Niggas talk to feds like, it’s a sport
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| Lord forbid the head nigga get caught
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| And watch the whole family tree break down, faster than you thought
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| I watch the nigga with my own eyes get knocked, no doubt
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| Next week he outside front, how he get out?
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| Now that’s guapo nigga ?? |
| his family talk ??
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| Mexico for safety you get twist for that sammy shit
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| Thinking you threw with the feds and all that
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| That’s when they got you, just like that kid from Strapped
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| I stay, clear to mubblers who mubble to the cops
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| Brick fumblers who just want a nigga popped
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| But the only thing I pop is my burners in the dark
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| Yo it’s like that cha’ll (that cha’ll) Time to stack ya’ll (stack ya’ll)
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| Nowadays everybody wanna rat cha’ll (wanna rat cha’ll)
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| And it don’t even matter where you at cha’ll (where you at cha’ll)
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| When the feds come and get you that’s that cha’ll (that's that cha’ll)
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| Yo it’s like that cha’ll (that cha’ll) Time to stack ya’ll (stack ya’ll)
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| Nowadays everybody wanna rat cha’ll (wanna rat cha’ll)
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| And it don’t even matter where you at cha’ll (where you at cha’ll)
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| When the feds come and get you that’s that cha’ll (that's that cha’ll)
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| Fake lieuteno, on a sing, make a demo
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| Switch up ya ammo, fill out the memo
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| Now you got the dogs locked up in the kennel
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| Rat, talking to the cops like that
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| On a 3−4 P you can’t cop like that
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| You ain’t have a chance, fly from Japan
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| Talk to the judge, get you out the can
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| My man had the same case (that's my word)
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| Spent three years in the same place, He still there
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| Came down for a pill, it was still real there
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| Money came between us, know you seen us
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| Move like the teamsters in the beamers
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| Get blacked down and hit the cleaners
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| The feds know everything, who bled and everything
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| Before we got red, honeys giving us head
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| Herion and guns is on the files of Styles
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| But they came in the crib, lifting the towel
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| Heard the sergent scream out «start stripping the child»
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| And they blew down the door ?? |
| snitching involved
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| Wonder who? |
| A boss, or a nigga under you
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| Probably figure it out, when you sit for one or two
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| Six months in bail, is how you catch a snail
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| Moving real slow, tryin to steal dough
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| Yo it’s like that cha’ll (that cha’ll) Time to stack ya’ll (stack ya’ll)
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| Nowadays everybody wanna rat cha’ll (wanna rat cha’ll)
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| And it don’t even matter where you at cha’ll (where you at cha’ll)
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| When the feds come and get you that’s that cha’ll (that's that cha’ll)
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| Yo it’s like that cha’ll (that cha’ll) Time to stack ya’ll (stack ya’ll)
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| Nowadays everybody wanna rat cha’ll (wanna rat cha’ll)
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| And it don’t even matter where you at cha’ll (where you at cha’ll)
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| When the feds come and get you that’s that cha’ll (that's that cha’ll)
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| There’s 3 sides to a story, mines yours and the truth
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| What you talk for? |
| They ain’t even had no proof
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| But you play this street business, all in the street
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| To visit him now, you gotta drive for a week
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| What you expect? |
| Messing with the guard so tough
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| Fuck calling his bluff, they made him put his cards up
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| Your hands, wrists, and neck was rocked up
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| Now 23 hours a day you locked up
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| Your girl, she out in the world, knocked up
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| By some cat you supposed that shot up
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| Man enough to eat steak wit em, get cake em
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| But you scared to go upstate wit em
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| Where you going, you won’t get good sleep no more
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| See the street no more, or skeet no more
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| Ride around in the P, with the heat no more
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| From top to not even on your feet no more
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| 'Fore they gave ya any time, you spoke your mind
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| Since they giving out jerseys, get on line
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| For your football numbers, wanna take us all under
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| What happened to shorty? |
| They gave him tall numbers
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| I don’t think so, I don’t think so either
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| But he told em every thing he knew and made em hit the ??
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| Yo it’s like that cha’ll (that cha’ll) Time to stack ya’ll (stack ya’ll)
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| Nowadays everybody wanna rat cha’ll (wanna rat cha’ll)
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| And it don’t even matter where you at cha’ll (where you at cha’ll)
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| When the feds come and get you that’s that cha’ll (that's that cha’ll)
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| Yo it’s like that cha’ll (that cha’ll) Time to stack ya’ll (stack ya’ll)
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| Nowadays everybody wanna rat cha’ll (wanna rat cha’ll)
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| And it don’t even matter where you at cha’ll (where you at cha’ll)
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| When the feds come and get you that’s that cha’ll (that's that cha’ll) |